One of my favorite things about spring is the new grass. I love the color of it, the intensity of the green. The trees are beginning to bud, but they are so far behind the grass. And all across my lawn are scattered tiny flowers with white petals or purple petals, that I call the tiny heralds of spring. We’ve had so much rain that it’s impossible to mow, but I don’t really mind. My lawn is saying, ‘Spring is here. Warmth is coming. You made it through another winter.’ There is something magical, hopeful and beautiful about that.